Thirty Women, One Weekend, and a Massive Purple Floorset

A floorset is when we put new stuff on the tables and rearrange them and some of the walls. We'll have them once or twice a month, whenever the big boss says.

In an effort to speed up the proceedings, Kathleen had us start on Saturday night. Crystal, Stephanie, and I were to remove the body splashes from a particular table. As Crystal attempts to take off the splashes, the Plexiglas tilts, dumping them at our feet. Crystal: "Did I do that?" as we dissolve into laughter. "I sounded just like Urkel, didn't I?" I go, "Yep, you did." Five minutes later, Stephanie does the same thing, only much more spectacularly. Juniper Breeze flies behind the registers and ten feet in the other direction. Naturally, I can't stop laughing. Kathleen: "Y'all are killing me here!" Me: "What y'all? I didn't do it!" "You guys need to stop scaring the customers!"

Abercrombie and Fitch is two stores down from us, but if it's quiet, you can still hear their music booming in the back. It drives me nuts. I'm muttering, "Stupid Abercrombie and Fitch, I'm going to just go in there and kill all of them." "What are you yelling about back there?" "You don't even want to know, Kathleen." "I heard something about killing!"

Fast forward a day. We are trickling in just before close, all hyper in our street clothes for the floorset. Kathleen is trying to maintain order. "Y'all need to be quiet, there are still customers
in here!" But we (okay, I) continue. "Stop scaring the customers!"

Alisha and I are talking about nothing, as usual, when she mentions that she has to move in to her new house soon. I say that I have to find someplace, and she asks, "You need somewhere to live?" "Yeah." "Well, I need someone to sublease my apartment for the summer." And just like that, my MAJOR problem, and Alisha's, gets solved in one fell swoop. Thank you Lord, you do indeed work in mysterious ways!

I am in the front, absently singing to the same...after-hours CD...that we've had...since Christmas...but hey, the music is in me. Harmony interrupts. "Nettie...shut it!" "I can't." "Do it anyway! "Haven't we had this conversation before?"

"Do I need to do anything else, Kathleen?" "Nope, I think that's it." "Sweet!" "Yeah, that is sweet!" Indeed. Man, do I love this job!